C16 Dilute

Yun Xiuqing wanted to teach Old Mrs. Yun a lesson, but she suddenly thought of an even better idea. She smiled coldly at Mrs. Yun and said, "Alright, you three wait here. If I don't eat it, I'll stuff it into your mouths."

With that, Yun Xiuqing raised her hand and forcefully slapped Mrs. Yun's hand away before she headed to the kitchen.

Mrs. Yun held onto the back of her hand, her voice trembling with anger. "No wonder no one wanted it. Serves them right."

Qiaohui stood up and walked to Mrs. Yun's side. She helped Mrs. Yun to sit down as she said with a smile, "Mother, don't be angry at that little slut. There's still a lot of time in the future. We have plenty of opportunities to take care of him."

Mrs. Yun smiled and patted the back of Qiaohui's hand. "Qiaohui is still the smartest."

Yun Xiuqing went to the kitchen and looked around the kitchen. There was still a lot of rice in the kitchen, and some withered plum root vegetables, and also a lot of seasonings. There were only four eggs left, and when Yun Xiuqing started a fire, she poured some rice into a pot and boiled it.

Yun Xiuqing once again stirred the pot with firewood and took it out of the house. Yun Xiuqing remembered that there was a pig raised in the backyard, but later on she still made a bet for Yun Mingxiao and sold the pig. Although the pig was sold, there was still some pig shit left, so Yun Xiuqing didn't want much.

When Yun Xiuqing arrived at the pigsty in the backyard, there was still a lot of pig poop left. Yun Xiuqing pinched her nose, picked up a pile of poop with a piece of firewood, and ran towards the kitchen.

When Yun Xiuqing returned to the kitchen, the pot was already fuming. Yun Xiuqing opened the lid of the pot and threw the pig shit in. Yun Xiuqing had originally been picking at the pig shit, but the pig shit was still dry and tasteless.

Yun Xiuqing coughed a few times and quickly covered the pot with the lid. Only then did the smell lessen. "Old woman, you stinking woman, I'll let you eat. I'll let you eat, but I won't kill you."

Yun Xiuqing's mood improved a lot when she thought about how Mrs. Yun and Qiaohui would look when they ate the food she cooked. Yun Xiuqing, who was sitting by the kitchen door, suddenly felt that she shouldn't eat the food she cooked in her lifetime.

Yun Xiuqing smirked slyly, closed her eyes and concentrated her mind and entered the space with the two tubes of laxatives.

This kind of laxative was colorless and tasteless. After drinking it, no one in the ancient Chinese medicine could tell that she had drunk it. Yun Xiuqing became excited as she thought about it. She concentrated on the space around her and poured the two tubes into the pot.

Yun Xiuqing added another spoonful of salt to the malodorous porridge. Yun Xiuqing could die from the salt if she didn't eat it just by smelling it.

After the porridge was done, Yun Xiuqing scooped it into three big bowls and carried the tray into the hall.

Inside the living room, Mrs. Yun and Qiaohui were so hungry that they had stars in their eyes. Only Yun Mingxiao was sitting on the side, feeling drowsy.

Yun Xiuqing placed the tray on the dining table with a "Dong" sound. Mrs. Yun and Qiaohui immediately walked up. When they smelled the porridge and saw the dark color of the porridge, their expressions changed instantly.

Mrs. Yun slapped the table and glared at Yun Xiuqing. "Can you eat it?"

"Yeah, this is something a human should eat. Did you poison the porridge?" Qiaohui glared viciously at the indifferent Yun Xiuqing.

Yun Mingxiao was woken up by the noise made by Mrs. Yun and Qiaohui. The moment he opened his eyes, he smelt the stench of the people in the hall: "Hey, what is this smell?"

Qiaohui saw that Yun Mingxiao had woken up, so she quickly went over to Yun Mingxiao and held his arm, "Ming Xiao, look at what Yun Xiuqing has made. She's obviously trying to poison us."

Yun Mingxiao was pulled to the table by Qiaohui. He looked down and saw something unknown in the three big bowls. It was dark and stinky, "Yun Xiuqing, do you want to die? What is this thing you made?"

Yun Xiuqing sneered. She had guessed that they wouldn't eat the porridge. She had already prepared it long ago. When she came out of the kitchen, she picked a wooden stick that was as thick as an arm and put it behind her.

Yun Xiuqing abruptly pulled out a wooden stick from the back of her waist and threw it onto the dining table. Yun Xiuqing threw a wooden stick from the back of her body onto the dining table.